Heart-Ache

my heart

doesn’t care

about my heart- 

ache, it is 

a utility organ 

which thuds on 

like the drums of war

like the looms in the dim

factories of the eighteen

hundreds

it says, “child,

do you think I 

haven’t felt worse

things than your

loneliness

in all these days

you’ve suffered

and struggled 

and worked 

and wept?”

this is just another

day in a field 

of days 

sometimes you 

get the sun

and sometimes

the clouds 

obscure the sky

like a wrinkled blanket

laid over the bed

of the heavens

like an army of 

darkness 

dragging their 

own misery 

behind them 

to better fire

into our midst